No this is not going to be sexy, yet unapollogitically real and what I am developing in myself to be the alpha of attraction. Though it might seem like just a case of a toe nail which fell out months ago and now regrew. In the summertime I think, if I recall correctly, towards the end of it I had to admit that one of my toenails, and I mean the entire nail, had to come out because it was decaying and simply hanging on for it’s life…well most likely death. It died a while ago and needed to come out. My inner ego felt so much shame and unsexiness from the thought of losing it and the thought of “will it ever grow back” kept me delaying from just putting the sucker out of misery and giving maybe a chance for a new nail to grow out. I did eventually when I came back to the States and just forgot about the nail for the most part and have come accustomed to the fact that yeah, I lost a toenail before the age of 30, so what?
Then today I found the old nail which I saved because pulling it out was a shocking experience at the time. Then I looked back and my foot and saw that the poor toe which has given me the sense of lost femininity after all, did not give up on me. In fact it grew out for itself a new toenail as I have seemingly missed to notice it’s resilience to live. I acknowledge it now. It may not look perfect and feminine nor sexy to some, but to me it is me and mine and I am proud for it’s resilience. I am happy to know that my body is able and showing me in it’s own way that it is here for me. And this toenail in particular showed me that I need to have pride and faith in my body because it is my temple and it is here for me. And yes, of course I thought to myself instantly that if the nail grew out then so obviously will my hair after my chop. And why the heck am I waiting so long to do it all. Is the stalling necessary really just like I stalled with acceptance that my toenail was decaying and long dead and had to be fully pulled out? Is this whole, only in NYC can a good hairstylist be found that could give me a BC that I will be satisfied with and I must wait till the fist week of December to go with this all are perfecty orchestrated excuses of stallment and fear? Because look my toe said I will live even when you were afraid of me not coming back to life and accepting my procrastination for taking action. Some moments throughout the day I feel that I am stalling with cutting my hair. For me yes, I admit openly the hair has been a struggle. The use of chemicals for years, which I chose to do was based not on healthy reasons but rather on deeply rooted and complex personal factors. Not a focus here nor now. But since we are on the ever so poignant “self-love-acceptance-freedom” topic, I will share that I don’t shave my legs now. Nor have I shaven my underarms for weeks and I love the hairiness. My hairiness! Yes, I am unapologetic about my self-love.
Moments before I even sat down to write any of this I was browsing the net and doing my admin tasks for the day, when I experienced a suffocating moment of self-pity and sorrow. It just woosh and splashed over me. There was a trigger of course. Then I stopped and just observed my predicament in that moment. The pain was enormous. I traveled in time in the span of milliseconds to the “breakup” thoughts and it was horrid. But when I stopped to calm myself and simply comfort me; I realized that it was the ego that was hurt not me. I am more than fine. I am me and rejoicing. I honestly hope and wish for my ex to be happy and fulfilled from the break up, from tossing me away by rejecting my body and my soul. True story. Both those things were told to me to be reason for the breakup. Now it takes a lot of work to deal with this, but I would not change it for anything in the world. The experience is my journey and I am humbled by it all. I became more aware of life, my life, in gratitude of this moment I am still going with the sense of it all. It has been and is one of the most empowering moments of my young life thus far. I am truly on my terms planting the seeds of my character, values, and countless other things one needs in life. That moment then passed and a new one took over.
К чему же то я всё таки об этом мямлю вдруг?
I got a call from my aunt and uncle from NYC who are here in D.C. area. What? That was completely random. And now after work I will go to see them and we will have a PJ sleepover at their hotel room to reconnect and I get to re-bond with my lovely little cousins whom I have not seen in years now. Life is precisely this. A collection of moments that need to be lived as they happen. Real time, now!
And through all of these moments I comfort myself. I ferociously appreciate all that I have, the love that I have received and keep receiving in life. I meditate. These random moments are life. Life that is happening right now, in this moment.
It’s more than a coincidence that the events of today already have been reinforcing the message and lessons of meditation I did this morning.
In life, it is fairly certain that we will each experience difficult and challenging passages. Within each of these moments we are given a special seed of opportunity, a gift. Many times, this point of view can be difficult to embrace in the midst of what appears to be a setback. Today, we spend our time together opening our minds and hearts to the blessings that come to us in disguise.
In the stillness of meditation we begin to gently release ego thoughts connected with success and failure. We begin to trust the movement of life knowing that the universe has much grander plans for us than we could ever fathom. Each step along the path of life, regardless of the destination, is an exciting part of the adventure. The moments themselves are the gift, the journey itself, the rich reward.
Our centering thought for today is:
A gift resides in every moment.